Balcony life

Every day I take my morning constitutional around Brighton Marina.

Pre-virus, you rarely heard any inter-balcony chat, now it is very much a feature of life. It reminds me of the film of Till Death Do Us part when Alf Garnett would sit on the outside bog for ages chatting to his neighbour on his.

I do no follow much of the balcony chat but it is the inconsequential type that no one wants to end as they have nothing else to do.

Yesterday, as it was St  George’s Day, one chap run the Saint’s flag on his balcony.

Normally he might be taken for an old eccentric but it soon became a source of conversation and I said to him “Well done.”

Quite why or for what I know not.